the end was just the beginning
I'll begin with an assurance: today's blog isn't a sequel to Friday's post, entitled "Warning: This One's About PMT". That would be too much information about me. Which is saying something. But don't get too comfy, because it's actually about chook poo. Waaaay too much information about chook poo. Specifically bloody chick poo. Whenever I pick up our new... Continue Reading →
I was cleaning out the chick cage yesterday when I noticed an opinion column about childcare. It made me so cross, I wanted the chicks to poo on it (but they crapped on the weather instead, which is understandable.) It was filled with moral outrage from readers. The most annoying stuff was written by women, which really, really, really got on my goat. I hate it when women start being judgemental about other women's childcare... Continue Reading →
Isn't it always the way? Just when you're seeing the light, something ugly sneaks into your head during the night: PMT. Like my wrinkles, my waistline and my memory, my PMT is getting worse with age. I thought it would recede with my child-bearing capabilities. But no, it's cranking things up a notch. It's probably prepping me - deep breath - for menopause. (Nooooooo!). I spend two weeks every... Continue Reading →
The most wonderful thing happened yesterday. It felt like I'd won the lottery. I was totally ALONE. For a whole eight hours. Husband took the Sprogs to the Harry Potter exhibition at the Powerhouse Museum while I stayed home. By myself! I didn't even turn music on, the silence was too glorious to spoil. It was only supposed to be a short expedition to the exhibition (try saying that... Continue Reading →
Do you ever have days when life seems insurmountably arduous? You wake far too early after way too little sleep. You can't get back to sleep because you're thinking about all the stuff you need to do. Mondays after weekends away particularly brutal. I don't sleep well in "foreign" beds, I come home to washing that hasn't been done, suitcases to unpack,... Continue Reading →
If Husband and I get a divorce, chances are it's because of the blog. I don't talk enough to him, but reveal too much electronically. Ironic really. So I've decided to give Husband a break from the blabbing today. Which also gives me a break from writing 400-600 words. This comes as a great relief, as I didn't get home from my mad chook... Continue Reading →
See the little guy on the left. His name is Snoopy. Was Snoopy. I miss Snoopy. Snoopy grew up to be a rooster, so we had to give him away (well, pay the supplier to take him back, rort) because people in suburban areas don't like being woken at 4am by roosters. Funny that. When... Continue Reading →
Since no-one read my blog while I was away in September (noooo, I'm not bitter) I'm going tell the "Why me got no Dolly" story again. It's a bit long and self-indulgent, but isn't that what blogs are for? As a special treat, I'm going to publish the original 2009 version, not the edited 2011 version. Excited? It's set in New... Continue Reading →
In addition to Diet Coke, white wine, curry, David Tennant and gossip, I have another addiction - property. I've noticed this addiction waxes and wanes depending on my mental state. When I am calm, collected and relatively happy I can go for months without even thinking about property. When I'm an addled mess, I can spend hours every day... Continue Reading →
My sister informs me she's going to bingay next week. Bingay is bingo "run by a hilarious and slightly loud drag queen". My sister is not gay (she will be pleased for me to publicly clarify) but is attending bingay as a team-building exercise for work. The thought of bingay kept me awake for hours last night, reminiscing... Continue Reading →
